Chapter 62

I woke up to the sunlight on my face and with a splitting headache. I rubbed my eyes with my hand, trying to clear my foggy eyes. The drink had been laced with wolfsbane in diluted quantities, which is capable of knocking one out. And I drank a lot.

I tried to recall what happened at the party, but it came in short flashes. Betty had driven us home since she was the only sober one.

My head was literally on fire, and I clutched it in hopes that it would relieve the pain. "Isabella!" My mom pounded on the door. "Are you awake?" I replied with a groan, the pounding increasing my headache. I hoped her sensitive ears would catch on. Thankfully, she did. "I am coming in."

She walked in, and I'm sure she was shaking her head at what she saw. I was lying down, spread out like a starfish, half alive. I was very sure I had drool on my face.

She sniffed in distaste, her nose up in the air. "Get up and take this for the headache." She said, producing a glass of water and a packet of painkiller